Roxanne Rustand Tomorrow!

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vendetta.jpgY’all don’t forget where you’re supposed to be tomorrow now, you hear? Let’s all come and give Miss Roxanne Rustand a rousing Wildflower Junction welcome. She’s a dear, dear lady and we do just love to talk cowboys. I’m sure she’s well versed in the subject and quite willing to add some little tidbits about her books Vendetta and Wildfire. She may even offer some advice on how to fix our milk cows that’ve gone dry after being frightened out of their wits. The fun never ends here in our little community!

SNEAKING THE COWBOY IN!

awakhl4calqwnsvca1heci0cagcsn9xcainbo21caypsr5yca4y16nlcaeim1glca2qcr5ucavbyz59cahe6ax3cal06glica84jedhcakwwiwzcaahc1eocap28mnccagng2uscajnl6kzcawze8ng.jpgI love cowboys!  It’s a small wonder that I write western historicals.  Even when I’m not knee-deep in the 1800’s with Texas gunslingers or amnesiac gamblers or strong silent sheriffs,  but writing a present day story, cowboys of some nature always sneak in without me really knowing it! 

In Bunking Down with the Boss, the story that won the National Reader’s Choice Award, my hero and CEO of the Triple B Construction company had roots that sprung from ranching.  Totally unbeknownst to me when I started writing this story,  wealthy, 114092401.jpgpowerful Sam Beaumont had knowledge of helicopter cattle herding having grown up on his uncle’s small ranch.  Go figure??   So of course when Caroline Portman needed help rebuilding  her stables, practically from the ground up, Sam rode in to the rescue, guns blazing so to speak, ready to help the damsel in distress.   Okay,  so I got a great cowboy cover on this one, but when the Desire guidelines changed, I found myself in a world of strictly rich and privileged heroes who were comfortable wearing Armani and driving in limousines.122146961.jpg

Next came Reese the wealthy oilman from Montana.   I couldn’t pass up the chance to give him roots in the west.  So how did Reese support himself while trying to build his oil empire and make his fortune?   By riding Rodeo, that’s how!  Reese met my socialite heroine at a Meet-and-Greet after winning first place in the rodeo.  Seems our heroine couldn’t resist a man wearing boots and walking with a killer swagger.   After that came Between the CEO’S Sheets . The story was set in Los Angeles with Wade, Sam Beaumont’s brother, out to get revenge on a woman who done him wrong.  Wade fell right into the LA lifestyle, living in Malibu, driving sportscars and mastering the fine art of sailing.  So how did I sneak the cowb9780373768486.jpgoy in?   I put him on a horse up in the mountains in Catalina Island.   Had to do it.  Wade had those Texas roots too, you see.  And our heroine Gina was not immune to the corporate man showing her how it’s done atop a horse, (riding, I mean – where did your mind go?)   Wade even saves the day, when Gina’s horse spooks!

Next comes my new January release, The Corporate Raider’s Revenge.  Set in both  Hawaii and Los Angeles, Evan Tyler runs a sleek contemporary hotel chain called Tempest.   He’s suave, cool and sophisticated, pursuing Laney with incredible persistance.  When he exits his sportscar and walks up her driveway, Laney takes note of his attire.  “Boots?” she asks. To this, Evan replies, “Born in Texas.”   E’nuf said, and that statement lays the groundwork for my upcoming series, Suite Secrets, with Evan’s cowboy brother, Trent at the helm of an elite, western-themed Arizona hotel called Tempest West.   

Five Star Cowboy is the first book in the Suite Secrets series coming in August.  Don’t you just love that title, the mix between hotels and cowboys?  Not my title- my editor came up with it so I can brag a little bit.  There’ll be more about rugged, bone-melting Trent Tyler and the whole Tyler gang later in the year.  I didn’t have to “sneak” with this story, Trent is all male, virile cowboy material. What a joy to write!

Often times, I ask myself what is it about cowboys that I love so much?  In olden days they led a difficult, gruesome life filled with hard work and little reward.  Present day cowboys are few and far between, yet we write them. We fantasize about them.  We adore them and think they’re sexy and attractive and appealing.  No doubt.  One of my favorite authors is Linda Lael Miller and she’s made a name for herself writing the western man both past and present. 

There’s a certain mystery and allure about a cowboy.  Isn’t there?  Or are we shallow enough to simply love a rugged man of the earth, strong in muscle with an  awe-inspiring strut and a southern drawl that makes your mouth water?   Can that be?    Do you simply love a cowboy, no matter what? Does the fact that he’s obscenely wealthy make him more appealing?  I honestly don’t know why this New York born, California transplant has such great love of western men, but I do.  The more the merrier.  What about you? 

I invite you to read the prequel to my Suite Secrets Trilogy with THE CORPORATE RAIDERS REVENGE – available now !!

It’s time for a random drawing!  8586103-copy.jpgWin my debut contemporary cowboy romance, a 2003  RT Top Pick -The Heart of a Cowboy.  Check back later in the day for the winner.   Good luck!

Let’s Hear It For Sidekicks!

brennan_faceshot.jpgtjay1.jpg Blame it on my cousin Millie.  She was a year older than I was, and when we played together as kids, she was the boss.   One of our favorite things was to play was make-believe boyfriends.  She got Batman, I got Robin.  She got Superman, I got Superboy.  She got the Lone Ranger, I got Tonto.   Do you get the picture?           

Maybe that’s why I’ve always had a thing for sidekicks.           

Hey, I know we all love alpha men.  But who would you rather take home for keeps?  The dashing, domineering hunk who grabs the spotlight every time?  Or the steady guy who’s always there watching his back, bailing him out of danger, holding his horse, tending his wounds, listening to his woman troubles and always being a true friend?   I’ll take a good sidekick any day.           

Sidekicks in the movies come in all shapes, sizes and ages.  There’s the codger sidekick—Gabby Hayes and the great Walter Brennan are examples.  There’s the goofy sidekick—Don Knotts, Andy Devine and Festus Hagan from Gunsmoke come to mind.  The ethnic sidekick—Tonto, of course, and a score of others.  Then there’s the junior sidekick—Robin and Jimmy Olsen fit here.  If you’re old enough to remember Red Ryder, his sidekick was Little Beaver, an Indian boy.             

A good sidekick is a true gem.  He’s usually patient and considerate, often humorous, likeable, decent, brave and resourceful, especially when it comes to getting the hero out of a jam.  There is just one rule he never breaks—he never, ever overshadows the hero.  Oh—and he never gets THE girl.  Not unless there’s a second girl or a second book.  Sidekicks in romance novels often do double duty.  If you make your sidekick handsome and appealing—say, the best friend, the younger brother, the cute young deputy—you can recycle him as the hero in a sequel.  Lots of authors have done that.  I’ve done it myself.  Give your hero a good sidekick, and readers will be clamoring for his story.           

Who’s your favorite sidekick, romantic or otherwise?   What other famous sidekicks can you think of?  Were any of them women?  Who would you pick as your own sidekick?  Let’s have some fun with this. 

Roxanne Rustand On The Way!!

vendetta.jpgHello sweet darlings, we’ve rustled up another fine, fine author for your enjoyment. Miss Roxanne Rustand will accomodate us with her appearance in Wildflower Junction this Saturday bright and early. The Fillies are putting the final touches to our grand meetin’ hall. I swear, I wish you could see the lacy table linens and the little fancy teacups we unpacked for the occasion. We spare no expense to show the hospitality we’re known for. If we could just press a few volunteers into service to help us drape a welcome banner across the front of the train depot, we’d be mighty obliged.

I beg you to please show up and make Miss Rustand welcome when she arrives. She writes those Steeple Hill Love Inspired books that just give me goosebumps, you know. Such an amazing lady. Don’t miss it.

DON’T CONFUSE ME WITH THE FACTS!

I kind of wrote myself into a corner with Gingham Mountain Book #3 in the Lassoed in Texas series. Petticoat Ranch is book #1.

So I’ve got all these ELEMENTS I need to deal with from books #1 and #2, plus the new ones for this book.

 spindletop.jpgELEMENT #1 oil. Honestly before kerosene was widely used no one cared about oil. It was just this awful smelling stuff that polluted ground water and, although people knew it would burn if refined, refining was a lot of trouble and no one did it much because there was no money in it.

Oil wasn’t my biggest problem, it was a little one. What’s an oil refinery look like in 1880? Was there one in Texas? Can you build your own small one?

Before long I was wishing I’d never even thought of oil. But it was so interesting and I’ll write a whole blog about it sometime.

The next ELEMENT was the Civil War. The war is over, but it can’t be too long over because my characters were named and set in time by the earlier books. The Civil War caused me all sorts of trouble because of the next ELEMENT, trains.

I needed a train.

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Well, was there a train in Texas after the Civil War? How soon did train travel resume? Did it ever end? Did it end north and south but not east and west. You’ve got to figure there were no trains coming from New York, across the Mason/Dixon Line during the war.

And I needed a train because of the next ELEMENT Orphan Trains. Orphan Trains came to Texas but the dates were really vague. Orphan Trains traveled from 1850 to 1920. So the dates are so wide…YES the Orphan Trains came, but when exactly and to where?

And … here’s an odd ELEMENT that took me a surprising amount of work to track down.

I needed a mountain.

So, Beaumont, Texas seemed to be the center of early oil activity and I wrote the book, placing it in a fictional town but they’d travel to nearby Beaumont. Except, I was sure I’d found evidence of some rugged ground in the general Beaumont area, but I couldn’t find it again. In fact just the opposite. Beaumont is in the Texas Coastal Plain. I could include some info here for you about the Texas Coastal Plain but trust me, the main sticking point for me as I researched was the constant references to low-swampy ground…for (I’m estimating) one zillion square miles.

  GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Anyway, by now I’m juggling balls in the air. We talk a lot on this blog about loving research. You know what? I hate research.

Oh, I enjoy the reading, honestly the stuff I read about the Spindletop oil well–that’s an actual picture of it above–coming in is just the stuff dreams are made of. Thrilling. It’s the story of American ingenuity and a new era in this country. I loved reading about the Orphan Trains and even trains in general. Heck I even liked studying Texas geography on Google Earth.

But I’m typing along and suddenly I’m not sure if there was train travel … I had someone from Book #1 Petticoat Ranch and #2 Calico Canyon coming in on the train to visit the characters of Book #3 Gingham Mountain so there’d better have been trains.Petticoat Ranch Cover

So I’m having fun, my couple is snipping and dancing around each other, bad guys are closing in and and I’ve got to quit to find out if I can produce a mountain. You know, the mountain that is tucked up behind the cabin…the mountain Gingham Mountain is named for and which one of the characters falls off of and where the treacherous stand of trees that really is completely integral to his home and why did I ….oh forget it.

Trust me when I tell you, it’s way easier if you the reader just suspend disbelieve and go along for the ride. I mean if I need a mountain, a train, a historical date, Texas, oil and orphans, what am I supposed to do? Somewhere in that state I can have it all but it can be hard work and it’s way more fun to dwell on how hunky the hero is and how feisty my heroine is. I wish I could just make it all up, you know?

 

So have you read books that get it wrong? Does that make you crazy? If I’ve got a mountain on a low-swampy coastal plain am I gonna hear about it?

I wish no one would confuse me with the facts.

Medicine, Medicine Men & Shamans

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With health concerns being in the news more and more these days, I thought it might be interesting to have a look at the average person’s state of health in the Native America of the past, as well as medicine, as defined by Native Americans, what it was — and medicine men — who were they?  What did they do?  And who were shamans?

Let’s begin with medicine.  In Native America, medicine meant the great mystery.  If one could cure the sick, that person had great medicine.  If a man could go to war and come home alive, he had great medicine.  Plants had medicine.  Animals had medicine.   And certain parts of  nature had medicine.  The word medicine did not mean a pill or even an herb or remedy.  It meant simply that a man or a woman had a special connection with the great mystery or with the Creator.  When the white man came with his boats and guns and various things that the Native Americans could not easily explain, the old time Indian called these things (not necessarily the person who used them — but the things used), medicine.

native-americans.jpgThe Native Americans of North America  enjoyed great health and a physcial beauty that would rival the most beautiful of the ancient Greeks.  So writes George Catlin in the mid-nineteenth century, as well as Prince Maximillian and Bodner, Maximillian’s friend and artist, who travelled with the Prince to America.  The Native Americans of the past had no processed food, and, depending on the tribe, they ate many things raw or dried.  Many of the North American tribes were tall and firm of limb and body and as history tells us, a very handsome people.

Food, clean water and fresh air was their medicine.  True, there were herbs that the medicine men & women might use to help their people, but a medicine man’s stock and trade was not merely in herbs alone.  Indians of North America (before their diet was changed) were known for their straight teeth (that are now possible when everyone goes for teeth whitening uv), which did not decay, even into old age in many cases.  There was a saying with the settlers — “teeth as strong as an Indian’s.”  There was little tooth decay, illness was not the norm amnong the people, and many of the diseases that plague us today were completely nonexistent.  People lived (if they weren’t killed in wars) to a grand old age.  There were many people who lived well into their hundreds, keeping hold of their facilities until death.

july06-yukon-photo-4.jpgThey lived in a land of beauty with fresh air, warm breezes, wholesome food and the love of family.  So what did a medicine man (or shaman) do if presented with illness?  Or physical problems due to injury?  Well, I can’t say exactly, since I have not this lifetime been trained in the Native American way of medicine.  I do, however, know this.  The stock and trade of the medicine man was his ability to drive out the evil spirits which inhabited the sick person’s body.  It was known by these men that illness was often caused by evil spirits that would make their way into a person’s body.  So a medicine man’s cures often had to do with driving these spirits away.  Thus, the rattles and drums of the medicine man.

How successful were these people?  According to legend, they were fairly successful.  While they didn’t keep statistics as we do today, their fame was only as good as they could cure those who were sick.  While using herbs collected and dried, they never forgot that their aim was to rid the person of the evil spirit which had taken over a part of the person’s body.

On a final note, since whole foods were the basis of their “medicine,” let me take a moment to tell you about corn, as prepared by the Native Americans.  The Iroquois built strong, tall and healthy bodies based on the three sisters, corn, beans and squash, with corn being their main staple.  The diet was augmented with meat when it was available, but corn was their main diet.

However, it was a different kind of corn than what we know of it today.  Our corn has been altered, and cross-bred and genetically modified until it is almost completely a carbohydrate.  Not so Indian corn.  The Indians knew that corn had to be soaked for days in lime water before it could be used as a food.  Of course we know today that corn has many anti-nutrients — phytates — those things that protect the seed or grain, but are irritating and stressing to the human digestive system.  Soaking the corn in lime did two things:  1) it got rid of the phytates or anti-nutrients in the grain, and 2) it changed the nutrition of the corn into a per protein with all the amino acids present.  This tradition of soaking cornmeal or corn in lime before use is still with us in the southern part of the country — masa flour is often soaked in lime.   And on this sort of diet, the Iroquois built a confederation that was so strong, that it influenced a whole generation of our forefathers, who saw in the Five Nations Confederation, an organization of government that permitted every individual in the nation freedom of mind, freedom of spirit and freedom of body.

Well, that’s it for today.  So tell me, what do you think of the medicine’s stock and trade?  What do you think of their main medicine — whole foods?  If you had lived at that time, would you have taken the time to learn about their foods and how they prepared them?

I’d love to hear from you.  And I should probably start letting you know, I have a new book coming out soon, called THE LAST WARRIOR.  March 2008 is the release date and I just happen to have a graphic of the cover.  So come on in and let’s talk.

 

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THE LAST WARRIOR

 

Big Spring Roundup Contest!!

Ah’m so pleased to announce a brand new contest, darlings. A whole sack of goodies fell right out of Santa’s sleigh as he flew over Wildflower Junction last month. The delightful surprise landed in the pasture. Made a big hole and scared the cows within an inch of their lives. Dried up their milk too and we’ve been in quite a pickle. But that’s another story.

We’re gonna give ’em (the prizes, not the cows) to some lucky winner, the name of which we’ll announce on April 1st. So be sure to get your name in the hat starting tomorrow. Y’all can only enter once now. That’s the rules. But you sure don’t want to miss out on this big basketful of books, jewelry, a DVD, and Lord only knows what else is packed into there. It’ll take a wagon and team of horses to get it to the winner. Do tell!!

Just click here to enter!

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Welcome Author, Beverly Jenkins!

night-song.jpgbiophoto.jpgHey all. Thanks for the invite. My name is Beverly Jenkins. I’ve been an Avon author my entire career and my first book, Night Song was published in 1994. Since then I’ve done about 22 books most of them historicals. In 2002 I started writing romantic suspense in addition to the historicals but historicals are my true love.  

Night Song was a western of sorts. It’s set in one of the all Black townships in Kansas founded after the Great Exodus of 1879. The hero is Sgt. Chase Jefferson a member of the highly decorated 10th Cavalry, which was based at Ft. Davis Texas. The men of the 10th Cavalry and those in the 9th were known as the Buffalo Soldiers.  

topaz.jpgMy first real western was Topaz originally published by Avon in 96. Because it is still in print Avon was gracious enough to publish a tenth anniversary edition last year and I will be forever grateful to them for that.  My historicals are played against an African-American background so for Topaz I chose Indian Territory, (which after statehood became Oklahoma) because of its rich and diverse history. Topaz’s hero, the truly tall dark and handsome US Deputy Marshal Dixon Wildhorse is of Black Seminole descent so readers are able to learn about that fabulous and yes, bittersweet history through him. 

Our heroine is journalist Kathryn Love. Through her we learn about the Black newspapers of the 19th century, and how she handles having to follow Dix to IT because of the antics of her con man father Bart Love. Bart is based on a real Af/Am con man of the old west named Ben Hodges, who lied so much and so often that if he said it was raining folks got up to go look.  Hodges was a contemporary of Wyatt Earp – in fact both men died on the same day in 1922.  He is buried in Boot Hill so that all the old gunslingers and gamblers can keep an eye on him. Topaz’s main story deals with a group of Af/Am mail order brides traveling to meet their contracted husbands. (Think Westward the Women)  It is a wild and comedic ride. 

jessirose.jpgMy other westerns are: Taming Jessi Rose, about a female Texas rancher trying to hold onto her land, then comes Always and Forever the sequel to Topaz. Next up is A Chance at Love which features female gambler Loreli Winters who made her debut in Topaz 

wildsweetlove.jpgThen comes Something Like Love. The hero in SLL is Neil July. He and his train robbing outlaw clan also have their roots with the Black Seminole tribe and it is his baby sister Teresa who stars in my latest western release: Wild Sweet Love that debuted in May 07.   

In addition to all of the historicals, I’ve had published 5 novels of romantic suspense, two historical YAs and a couple of anthologies. I’ve won 6 Borders Bestsellers Awards, a couple of Lifetime Achievements from RT and numerous other awards that let me know I’m doing a pretty good job with this writing thing. I hope I haven’t been too long winded and that you’ll check out my work when you get the chance. All questions and comments are welcomed. Once again, thanks for having me over.  B

Beverly has two advance reading copies of WILD SWEET LOVE that she’s going to sign and send to two lucky readers who leave her comments!

Madison Nance, the hero in Wild Sweet Love,  is up for KISS Hero of the Year from RT!

Beverly Jenkins Tomorrow!

wildsweetlove.jpgDarlings, don’t forget to stop by tomorrow for our little get-together with Beverly Jenkins. We might even serve tea and crumpets while she talks about her books. You never know what us Fillies will get into our heads to do in order to make our distinguished guest at home. But, we surely do need your help. Mark your calendar and head on over.